SILVIO POV

“Please.” She begged.

Please what?

What exactly was she begging me for?

Anger filled me, I moped at her, holding back myself from hitting her a second time. There was no need for that, especially when I knew I had a lot of things - answers she needed to say.

I was going to save my slaps for another time.

“Speak already. Before I deal with you.”

The men kept her on the chair again, so she could be balanced and her face could be seen. “I was going to do what you asked me to do that day.” She began. “I just couldn't. Not because my conscience...